Open call for prison architectsSend me your blueprints ASAPStack the walls such that I cannot breatheMan is breedin' forever, Because of the weather I hope soon to leave from the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutesStick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent And run along, Leigh

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonizedThey're good enough for Conrad Hilton, Not good enough for my eyesI trust you will tell me If I am making a fool of myselfMan is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, They come out and blister the sea, oh yeah